Succubus Prison

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She took a deep breath. "You destroyed my dignity, you took everything from me. Now, all I have left is this... the right to express my dissatisfaction to you. If you want to take even this away, then go ahead and use your authority to control me."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Al gazed at Gamma silently, watching her stubbornly hold her head high. He suddenly laughed, indicating his acceptance, and then quickly kissed her cheek. The kiss was so gentle, yet so sudden, that it surprised and confused Gamma, and she felt a little shy.

Then El's gaze swept over her naked body. "Speaking of which, I tore your uniform, so it's unwearable now."

"I'm giving you a new outfit."

He browsed through the [Shop] and selected a [Outfit] called "Morning Light Policewoman". The outfit consisted of a white shirt and a white uniform jacket, paired with slim-fitting trousers that perfectly accentuated his leg lines. It also included a white wide-brimmed hat and a pair of ankle boots. The overall design retained elements such as epaulettes and arm badges, exuding a touch of sexiness and uniform allure within its capable and professional look. Or rather, the clothing designs in the game were originally intended to attract consumers.

"Put it on."

At this moment, Nightingale stepped forward to help her change her clothes.

"I can do it myself." Gamma gently stopped her, picked up the clothes, and walked aside, burying her head in the sand. When she finished dressing and turned around again, she looked completely different and her demeanor was obviously different.

The uniform produced by the system fit her fit and tall body perfectly, like a second skin. Her back was straight, as if she were going to the battlefield, and her eyes revealed a sense of righteousness again.

"It's beautiful, and it suits you perfectly." El nodded in satisfaction, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

Gamma, however, showed no appreciation and said, "If you have nothing else, I'm leaving."

"I send you."

……

The Shadow Hall is also the empire's intelligence hub. Countless hidden threads extend from here like a spider web, entwining every corner of the empire and transmitting back information that has caught even the smallest mosquito.

Here, Her Highness summoned her most loyal intelligence officer, "Raven".

She was wearing a matte black bodysuit of leather armor, with a pair of jet-black bat wings on her back. Upon being summoned and hearing the news, she immediately knelt on one knee and pursed her thin lips.

"Your Highness is well."

“Raven.” The princess’s voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall. She gently tapped Gamma’s report on the table beside her, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. “The power of lust has returned. Investigate and bring him (her) back for me.”

"Raven" nodded slightly to acknowledge the order, and asked in a completely emotionless tone, "Your Highness, shall we issue an imperial arrest warrant?"

"No need." The princess paused slightly, seemingly considering her words. What she really wanted to say was, "I already told you to come back, are you deaf? Can't you be a little nicer?"

After all, the power of lust is crucial to the development of an empire, involving the control and management of women's bodies, reproduction, and sexual desire.

"His power and authority are an indispensable cornerstone of the empire. Find him, reach out to him. Convey my goodwill to him, and tell him that the empire has never forgotten the name of lust, and the position of the great sinner prince has always been reserved for him."

"As long as he is willing to return to his position and accept the Empire's command, all past matters will be forgiven. Status, glory... whatever he wants, I can give him."

Raven nodded again, his brows twitching almost imperceptibly. He hadn't expected His Highness to be so tolerant of the lust that had disappeared for a century, and it could even be said that he was eagerly hoping for its return.

"What if he rejects your generosity and kindness and intends to rebel?" Raven asked, his voice still flat. "In my humble opinion, since this lustful man did not choose to return immediately, he may not accept your kindness now either."

“If he remains obstinate and insists on going down the path of being an enemy of the Empire… then we must eliminate him at all costs.” Her tone instantly became extremely serious. “Since we have already waited for over a hundred years, there is no harm in waiting any longer.”

"Understood," the raven replied succinctly, bowing its head deeply.

……

Shortly after this secret conversation, a golden locust carrying secret information about "lust" flew from the Hall of Shadows to the other side of the capital, to the "Golden Land of No Worries" that stood opposite Verheim Palace.

In stark contrast to the solemn grandeur of Verheim Palace and the dark depths of the Hall of Shadows, "Golden Land" exudes the kind of nouveau riche aesthetic that El despises most. Everything here is paved with gold, from the columns of the magnificent buildings to the stepping stones on the ground, from the trees and flowers in the courtyard to the decorations on the maids, all shimmering with the purest golden luster.

This is the absolute realm of the great sin of greed, a dreamlike kingdom where the concept of wealth is embodied.

Chapter 125 Greedy Mattie

The Golden Land, deep within the Golden Palace, is not a traditional audience hall, but rather a product of combining an alchemist's luxurious laboratory with a dragon's treasure exhibition hall.

In the center of the room, a "mountain" made of countless gold coins, gold bars, goldware, and even gold artworks inlaid with gorgeous gemstones rises from the ground, which is the natural "golden throne".

At this moment, seated atop the golden throne is none other than the succubus with the appearance of a young girl, the great alchemist, the greedy Marty.

Her petite figure was wrapped in a gorgeous children's dress, exquisitely tailored and woven from magical spider silk and dark gold threads, the colors of which were almost indistinguishable from the yellow gold beneath her little bottom.

One of her small hands rested casually on the armrest of the throne, while the other held a piece of honey cake, which she ate in small bites with a childlike focus. A little honey even got on the corner of her mouth, but soon the cake solidified into gold in her hand.

Little Mattie sighed softly and habitually tossed the inedible cake into the nearby trash heap. However, this seemingly innocent and adorable loli succubus was the culprit behind many tragedies.

One of the most well-known examples is the two lifelike pure gold statues that now stand on either side of the throne. These are the statues of Maddie's biological parents, an ordinary merchant-succubus couple. Their expressions are forever frozen on the day their daughter lost control of power, just like Maddie's body, which has stopped growing. Perhaps this is the price of becoming greedy.

Maddie would occasionally stop what she was doing and gaze at them with her lifeless golden eyes, but there was no trace of longing or sadness in her eyes. She kept her parents close by, just to constantly remind herself of the fragility of life and that all emotions in this world would eventually dissipate, only gold was eternal.

To this end, she even went so far as to perform a ritual to achieve immortality, transforming herself from a pure-blooded succubus into an undead creature—a lich. Although this fact is little known, those who do know the inside story often refer to her with disgust by another name: "Golden Madman."

Just then, a faint, discordant flapping of wings disturbed the peace of the Golden Palace.

A locust, its entire body shimmering with pure gold, seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, precisely traversing layers of alchemical protection and winding mazes, flying straight towards the summit of the golden mountain. It was not a true golden creature, but merely temporarily endowed with a hard shell by the magic of greed. At its core, it was still a living insect messenger, an insider from the Shadow Hall, eagerly conveying to another Maddie the secret message about the resurgence of "lust" in the world.

Maddie casually raised her little hand, and the golden locust landed steadily on her fair fingertips, then froze, turning completely into pure gold.

A thin stream of golden light shot out from the frozen head of the locust and instantly disappeared into Maddie's brow.

In an instant, she understood everything about Gamma's report, the information about the lustful host, and the princess's attitude. The golden vortex in her eyes slowly swirled, as if she were pondering something.

After reading, Maddie looked down at the solidified golden locust on her fingertip and casually flicked it away.

The golden locusts fell into the endless gold beneath the throne and disappeared.

“You wicked lust, you filthy scoundrel…” she muttered to herself, her voice clear as a silver bell. “We still have a score to settle! You burned down my warehouse, ruined my auction, and forced me to pay a huge penalty for breach of contract. You deserve to die.”

Because of the financial loss involved, a surge of hatred instantly welled up in Maddie's already closed heart. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. That damned lust dared to deceive that even more damned beast named Mireille and burn down one of her smuggling warehouses. Some of the items inside, while not priceless, were extremely rare and hard to find.

Although Mirei was later severely punished, the real mastermind disappeared after that great battle, leaving her with no way to avenge her grudge.

Now, she must make this damn lust pay for his actions!

"In the name of greed!" She suddenly raised her hand, and a dense, tangible golden light condensed at her fingertips. "Issue an internal bounty: Target: The grave sin of lust. Bring him to the Golden Palace, life or death!"

What followed was a string of astronomical figures that would make any bounty hunter dizzy.

The wealth circulates internally, simply from one hand to the other, and doesn't cause her any heartache from spending money.

All those who had signed a pact with Greed, sworn allegiance to her, or were merely employed to work for her, felt a sense of urgency and gazed toward the direction of the Golden Palace.

……

El was unaware of the approaching storm for the time being.

As night fell, he was on his way to a private estate, the comfortable carriage shutting out the hustle and bustle of the festival outside.

At this moment, in his arms, Satella's clone, the phantom of jealousy, was tightly hugging her brother's waist, glaring undisguisedly at the succubus acting as a third wheel, just like a feline guarding its food and hissing. The one being targeted was Freya, the host of tonight's lustful gathering.

All three of them had disguised themselves to varying degrees beforehand, changing their outfits. While not as flawless as some might say, there weren't any major flaws to be found.

“Your Excellency the Warden,” Freya finally couldn’t help but complain, “Could you please stop looking at me like that? It’s making me feel uneasy.”

El smiled, his fingers tracing his sister's smooth, delicate cheek—he could, of course, tell the difference between the two sisters—and said softly, "Sister, don't tease Freya anymore. I haven't had much time to spend with her lately, you've misunderstood her."

Phantom Satella gave a soft snort. Although she was still dissatisfied, she ultimately went along with her brother's wishes and stopped targeting Freya. She continued to lazily and possessively cling to El's embrace. "We should be there soon, right?"

"Almost there," El said softly, turning his gaze to the scenery rushing past the carriage window. The carriage had already left the bustling city and arrived at the countryside, entering a quiet and ancient noble manor.

In the very center of the manor stands an elegant residence, its entrance sparsely lit, exuding a sense of desolation.

The carriage did not stop at the main gate, but instead went around to the stables at the back of the manor.

Before the wheels had even come to a complete stop, Freya jumped off the carriage without hesitation, and El followed closely behind, his arm around his sister's waist.

The air in the stable was filled with a unique mix of smells—hay, leather saddles, animal sweat, and heavy horse manure—a stark contrast to the pleasant fragrance that had emanated from my sister and Freya in the carriage earlier.

Freya frowned and covered her face with her hand. "Ugh, it smells awful. Did we really have to choose such a rural place?"

El laughed, "This is the best place to unleash your true nature. Don't you think having an open-air banquet here is much more interesting than in those halls with crystal chandeliers?"

Chapter 126 The Stables and the Noblewoman

The stables were much more spacious inside than outside, and had clearly been carefully furnished.

Several specially made magic lamps, emitting an ambiguous warm light, hung from the towering beams. The light was deliberately dimmed, illuminating only the central area.

The surrounding area was filled with fresh, soft, golden haystacks, forming a natural soft couch and barrier.

The strong smell of livestock in the air did not seem dirty at this moment; instead, it acted as a catalyst for creating a primitive and savage atmosphere.

Studies have shown that humans have an instinctive fear of the stench of corpses, as this conveys a strong signal that there may be deadly danger nearby. Conversely, the smell of excrement can be relatively reassuring, as it indicates that similar activities are taking place nearby, or that it is safe enough to engage in the high-risk behavior of excretion.

People were already waiting there.

Several elegantly dressed and graceful ladies emerged from the shadows. They wore half-masks to conceal their identities, but deep in their eyes gleamed a long-suppressed excitement, displaying a mixture of reserve and curiosity.

They were Nina's carefully selected "guests"—several countesses and marquises known for their dignified and quiet demeanor, including even a high-ranking official of considerable power. After initial screening and testing, they were recruited and invited to the lewd and debauched party.

At this moment, their noble birth and expensive silk dresses are out of place with the primitive environment around them, yet they create a thrilling contrast.

El pulled her sister behind the scenes to quietly observe Freya's performance. This wasn't her first time hosting such an event, and although the setting didn't match her usual pursuit of luxury and extravagance, she quickly got into character.

“Welcome, esteemed ladies,” Freya’s voice carried the captivating allure of a lustful demon. She bowed gracefully, then tugged at the sash at her waist. As if by magic, her clothes began to slip down, revealing her lace lingerie, corset, and stockings. She recalled El’s words from earlier, applying them in practice: “Let us shed the pretense of civilization, bid farewell to dull parties and balls, and return to nature, return to our true selves.”

Her words and actions were like a signal.

The elegant ladies exchanged glances, their last hesitation quickly replaced by excitement. Their gorgeous dresses were undone, and their precious jewels were casually tossed onto the haystack, making a soft tinkling sound.

Those snow-white, well-maintained skins gradually revealed themselves in the dim, ambiguous light, like the most precious porcelain, about to be handled and stained with dust in this rough rural environment.

El quietly cast a spell, and the air seemed to instantly heat up, filling the air with a strange aroma that blended the scents of cosmetics, women's body fragrance, and an increasingly strong smell of stables.

Phantom Satella let out a soft, dissatisfied snort in El's arms, her pink vertical pupils coldly sweeping over the ladies and noblewomen who were beginning to shamelessly indulge themselves, their eyes glazed over.

I just wanted to see why my brother's power had evolved so quickly, but I never expected that he lived such a lewd and decadent life!

So she hugged her even tighter. El patted her sister's arm reassuringly, but her eyes were fixed on the scene of the ladies and noblewomen rapidly falling into depravity.

A marquis, usually known as a "high-class beauty," was now barefoot, carefully stepping on the ground covered with hay. Then, as if infected by some emotion, she boldly grabbed a handful of hay, rubbed it against her body, letting the rough roots brush against her delicate skin, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

Meanwhile, another young countess curiously approached a corner piled with fresh horse manure. The strong, pungent smell made her frown, but then, the lustful magic that El had set up beforehand took effect. Balancing the fragrance and the stench, she smelled a strange aroma and couldn't help but take a deep breath. A sickly blush rose on her face. This behavior, which was completely unrelated to being a lady, and the excitement of breaking the rules made her blood rush to her young and pretty face several times.

"Doesn't she feel disgusted?" Phantom Satella immediately frowned and asked.

El immediately explained to her sister, "I'm experimenting with the effects of a new kind of magic."

This magic can distort a person's mind, allowing them to swallow excrement without any psychological burden, without altering its taste; it is called "Beelzebub's Touch".

In "Demonology," Beelzebub means "King of the Dung Heaps of Hell," but he is also an irresistible tempter.

Rather than saying it's disgusting, it's more accurate to say that erotic magic itself is filled with a lot of such filth and blasphemy.

From another perspective, this can be seen as the price of lust, which is very similar to jealousy. If one cannot maintain a clear mind and self-awareness, it is easy for the host to fall into some extreme situations from which they cannot get out.

The older sister is the older sister after all. Phantom Satella quickly understood her younger brother's thoughts. She pondered and said, "You plan to use this magic to punish those who oppose you, making them become filthy bastards who bring shame to the family in front of everyone?"

El was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion, "Sister, I have to admit that I often feel out of place with you because I am not wicked enough."

"El!" Her voice was deliberately raised, tinged with annoyance. "You brat, how dare you call me vicious? You have some nerve!" As she spoke, she stretched out a finger, as if to poke his forehead.

El instinctively shrank his neck to hide, but a smile remained on his face, clearly indicating that he wasn't afraid at all.

He kissed her fingertips and flattered her, "My dearest sister, how could I dare to slander you? It's just that you pure-blooded succubi are truly beyond my reach when it comes to perversion and torture."

"Don't give me that!" She raised her chin slightly and couldn't help but tease her younger brother: "In my opinion, the speed at which you've fallen into evil is also rare in the world."

El sighed silently, after all, it takes three years to learn to be good, but only three days to learn to be bad.

Just then, Freya suddenly started moaning lewdly, "Come on, let's have some fun~ We have plenty of time anyway."

Phantom Satella and El looked in the direction of the sound and saw Freya nimbly leap onto the back of a tall, strong, glossy black mare. The stallions had been moved away beforehand, as no extra males could be present near the erotic ritual; this was an established rule.

The horse was very docile, and with just a snort, Freya bent down and wrapped her arms around its neck. Under the magic lamp, its smooth back and full hips outlined a breathtaking curve.

She swayed her hips, slowly rubbing against the smooth back of the horse, her eyes looking at El with a provocative and seductive gaze. Then she said to the ladies and noblewomen present, "Sisters, real 'riding' is much more exciting than those boring games in salons, isn't it?"

This move undoubtedly ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

Several bolder noblewomen laughed and tried to approach the horses that were tied to their stalls and quietly chewing their fodder.

A noblewoman clumsily climbed onto the horse's back, imitating Freya, and felt the trembling of the horse's muscles and its body temperature, letting out a scream that was a mixture of fear and excitement.

Those who were less daring simply nestled close to the horses, inhaling the scent of their fur and sweat, as if drawing upon some kind of wild power.

The haystacks served as their makeshift beds, where several pale bodies rolled and entangled, their panting and wanton laughter rising and falling, mingling with the snorting of horses and the pawing of their hooves, creating an absurd and decadent symphony.

Seeing this scene, the phantom Satella's beautiful eyes burned with even more jealousy. She shared memories with Satella and finally understood why the original Satella had preferred to watch the play alone on the night of the Dionysian Festival rather than go to her brother's banquet. She must have foreseen this lewd scene and simply chose to avoid seeing it.

It seems I'm still not as good as her in this respect.

Seeing this, El leaned over and kissed his sister's lips. "Sister, I would never actually take out my thing and commit adultery with them in a situation like this... You should know that no matter how promiscuous I am outside, my heart has always belonged only to you and her (the real body)."